So true story.  I shaved my head, cause well I hated my hair style. I can live with Chia pet hair for like a week and then try something else with it.  Ever since I grew my hair out and donated it to cancer I haven't been able to grow my hair out really anything longer then 4 inches.

This one night I shaved my head and Selona decided before work to get her haircut. So I drop her off do some running around cause well July was my birthday month and a whole bunch of other family members.  The point is I had to pay my birthday to the government like everyone else does… Happy Birthday to us.

I had finished up all my running around and went back to the hair salon where Selona was getting her hair cut.  I go in and sit down, the women that was suppose to be at the front desk is doing some work to the side.  I sit behind her.  She get's up and goes the the cash register.  "Just a trim?"  I put my hand on top of my head and say I don't believe you can go any lower.  I suppose I could get my eyebrows down if I have to get something done.

Good news is I didn't have to get my eyebrows done, but the interesting thing if you wanted to go right to the scalp most hair dressers won't do it for you as per legal reasons.

Fun fact of the day.

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